Musicals have always been a part of my life. Some of my earliest memories are of sitting in front of the television, entranced by the color and spectacle of a song-and-dance extravaganza. 927 more words

The hallowed halls of Oxford may seem more suited to the rigors of academia than murder, but for over two decades that renowned institution has served as the backdrop for murders foul, mysterious, and strange. 962 more words

I have a long-held affinity for glossy, suspenseful, romantic caper/spy-themed films. As a fan of Hitchcock, I gravitate toward his 1950s-era works, all color, gloss, romance and shadowy intrigue. 744 more words

Earlier this year, John Carter came to theaters with much fanfare and left with a whimper. The splashy sci-fi epic under-performed, the victim of bad press, poor promotional trailers, and a word-of-mouth campaign that equated its financial success with whether or not it held merit. 871 more words

MY EARLIEST MEMORIES of classic literature are not drawing room romances in the vein of Jane Austen or epic social commentary and meaty family drama from the pen of Dickens, but were swashbuckling, romantic adventures. 961 more words